dancingicegod (dancingicegod) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-07-28 10:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, viktor nikiforov, willie |
Who: Viktor Nikiforov and OPEN to anyone (multiples welcomed)
What: Ice skating lessons after the plot (the drinks and sweet plot) ends
Where: Third basement, ice rink
When: Ongoing, all day
Warnings: Likely none
Status: Incomplete/Threaded
His home would always be on the ice. Even with Yuuri, Viktor always felt the most natural skating. It was a relief even now that his skate had shown up. His precious skates. Once upon a time, they were his everything: the sleek black boots with the gold plated blades, with Nikiforov personalized on the outside edge of the right blade. Because he had been oh so extra at one point in his life. They were a sign of his past, now, especially now that his present and future were with his fiance. But, alas, Yuuri wasn't here; his skates had finally shown up. Meaning, Viktor felt more safe and comfortable performing his high caliber jumps that he had only done once or twice on the skates the hotel provided.
They were decent, mind you, for most skaters. But Viktor Nikiforov wasn't most skaters. He had posted about doing skating lessons for anyone interested, advising he could be found in the ice rink most of the time.
The morning found him skating. Running through old programs, medal winning programs. He wore simple black leggings and a tight fitting black shirt, the vision of athletic perfection as he glided across the ice without hesitation now on his skates. Perhaps here he could recruit enough new skaters to have an exhibition if not a full out competition.
Landing a beautiful quad flip, Viktor spun out of it and glided over to the boards to take a drink from his water bottle, looking up as he thought someone had arrived.